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Show NO EARTADS FOR HIM. "One wretched, blustery day," said a Pittsburg iron man, "I had n cap with ciirlabs on when 1 met Mr. Cnrnegie on the 'rcot. Ho joked me nbout my enri.itis. Ho told a good Scotch enrlnb story. Ho said then was an old Suit who always iipod to curl ou know the gome in eartabs, but one bitter day he op-peared op-peared on tho ice mimii the tabs ond a friend said: 'Hullo, whaur'fi yer mild lug warmers i"' "'Oh,' was tho reply, To never worn them since my incident.' "'Accident? What accident?' " 'A man oifored mo a drink nn' wi' they dashed (lap3 I didna hear hint.' " |